This past July I spent two days in a mobile home under the Brooklyn Bridge--with a rather famous (and infamous) photographer and a closet stuffed with every coat and sweater of the latest collections. They were rainy days, and the layers were appreciated in the clammy breeze coming off the East River. I was shooting a Fall story for Italian Marie Claire, and the team was one of the most kind and familial of any I've worked with so far. I genuinely enjoyed collaborating with them to enhance their work (makeup, hair, styling), and it was one of the most physically strenuous shoots I can recall delivering. I was constantly in motion: running down streets, hopping onto and off rocks, balancing on railings, doing backbends and splits and squats in a dance-like hunt for the perfect pose. By sundown of the second day my hamstrings were sore and my elbows bruised, but I'd done my job thoroughly: our shoot was selected for one of the September covers of the magazine. Photography: David Bellemere, Styling: Elisabetta Massari, Hair: Benoit Moeyaert, Makeup: Dheanna Hagan. Thank you infinitely!!
Described by iD magazine as "feminine, mischievous, bold and irreverent," Hermés' new perfume, called Twilly d'Hermés, is made with sandalwood, tuberose and ginger. It's campaign image was shot in Paris by Liz Collins; its video ad was filmed in Thailand, on a set of Paris, and directed by the sweetest Arnaud Uttyenhove. Creative direction by Fabien Mouillard, hair by Laurent Phillipon, Makeup by Stephanie Kunz, styling by Elodie David, choreography by Jennifer White for Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui. My fantastic fellow models for the video were Sofia Tesmenitskaya, Peyton Knight, Ivanka Smilenko, Ellen de Weer, Liah O'Prey, Cai Lee, and Marine Gaudin. This was truly a stunning team and I can't express my gratitude aptly. I am humbled beyond words, Hermés!
Theory S/S 2017 shot by the brilliant Lena Emery, styled by Naomi Miller, alongside model Ally Ertel. Thank you all!
Wearing sweaters in the sun on an unseasonably hot April afternoon is always a challenge. But for this shoot on the roof (and inside) of a spacious Bushwick apartment the sun was a necessary evil, and made all the more bearable by the fact that I was surrounded by a team of friends I had shot with only a few months before. Plus, there were kittens... Rebecca Taylor "La Vie" lookbook, shot by Kava Gorna. Thank you sweet people for having me again!
I've always admired Zara's online imagery. Everyone has: I've been on high-fashion jobs who's moodboards and hair & makeup reference sheets are riddled with screengrabs of Zara e-com. Somehow, Zara has engineered a radical, desirable, immaculate brand characterized by rich lighting, elongated photograph angles, artsy crops, inventive garment styling, and, most interesting to me, distinct models. Thus this affordable "fast fashion" label has, rather improbably, become an arbiter of taste not only in the fashion industry but in the modeling realm as well. And so I was thrilled in the end of July to fly to Spain to shoot for them--for a whole week. The days were long and relentless, with near-infinite racks of merchandise to photograph and a single break in which to rest my feet. Exhausted and sleep-deprived at the end of the week, I returned home having learned that Zara e-com, like most things in life, is a lot less glamorous behind the scenes than it may initially appear, but oh was I thrilled to have been to the locus of one of my favorite brands, and to have seen the magic in action.
One half hour in Studio Montmartre is all it took for me to put on a latex dress, have my hair and makeup slapped on, and stand for a few polaroid pictures by Viktor Vauthier one afternoon in Paris this May. Part of an online story highlighting the clothes of streetwear brand Off White, these pics portray me as something I'm not used to being, somehow. Something that's not at all my style, but still charmingly interesting, amusing, confusing. Courtesy of Models.com.
Appropriately released in July (though awkwardly a deliberate week after Independence Day), this shoot for German Harper's Bazaar was "Americana" themed, and though it did not draw from purely American designers or anything like that, it did claim to depict quintessentially American styles and heirlooms (though then there's that Gucci dress coming out of left field that I don't think particularly Amercian but after all what's American is up for debate, as we are instructed each and every day by the actions of this new American president). To try and find an acceptable way of being American, I think, to create one's own American identity-- something humble and tolerant and honest and all the other things Mr. Trump is not--is the errand of the day, and our only recourse. Photography by Regan Cameron, styling by Kerstin Schneider, hair by Linda Shalabi, make up by Misha Shahzada, casting by Stephan Dimu. Thank you all.
The morning after the Dior Cruise show in the hills in Los Angeles, I flew at six am to San Francisco, where I went straight from SFO to set for Everlane, a highly humane, highly homey American brand. And our set, ladies and gents, was the beach...
These pictures were taken on my first ever trip to the West Coast. It was April and I was fresh off a week in Paris when I received the ecstatic word that I was to be flown to California for a shoot with Nordstrom. I'd been pining to see the West Coast (especially Cali, and especially Los Angeles) for a few years now, and this was the answering of all my prayers to the fashion powers that be, the fashion powers that dictate my life and schedule and time zone and longitude at any given time. And LA was fantastic: for a day and a half I absorbed the sun, ate highly instagrammable food and drank overpriced juices. And worked, there might have been some of that, too... Photographs by Beau Grealy, Makeup by John Mckay.
I threw up all night the night of January 26, 2017. I was in Paris, renting a room in a lawyer lady's apartment, and I was gripped by my mystery migraine/bug. But worse than the pangs and lonesome hours awake in the dark was the fact that the next day I was shooting--and shooting a rather raw, close-up lookbook. Happily, however, my stomach had calmed when I woke the next morning and made my way an hour North to the suburb of Saint Denis, where I proceeded to get lost along a highway outside the metro and receive many confusing directions from homeless people under an overpass before finally finding the studio where I was expected. I was flustered and an hour late. My pains were rewarded generously, though, by the shoot that ensued, a shoot who's ease, simplicity, and naturalness satisfied a craving I've had for authenticity in appearance. No cakey makeup, no straightened hair, no layers or distractions obscuring me. Now, months later, the images have been published in an artful Repossi book that I cherish. Migraines and the intricacies of Saint Denis notwithstanding, this shoot is among the favorites of my career. Photographed by Jeremy Everett, styled by Malina Joseph Gilchrist, Jewelry of course by Gaia Repossi. Thank you all!
The lovely thing about the season of Resort/"Cruise" shows is that it has no definite time constraints: it moves slowly, enjoyably, and spreads itself over the globe entire. This year we have seen Resort shows in Kyoto, Paris, Los Angeles, and now New York. Last Tuesday morning I rolled out of a borrowed bunk bed on 34th street at 4:30 am to set out for the Valentino Resort show on Bond street, in quiet Noho. The thrill that made the excruciating call time more than worth it? I was given rings as part of my outfit for the show that spelled out my name, across the knuckles of my right hand. Some girls had slogans like 'Freedom' and 'Make Love,' and as much as I would love to wear a universal, optimistic message like that, something about sporting my own name in metal on my hand as I walked by Anna Wintour and Edward Enninful in the front row of a Valentino show felt, well, pretty damn good. Thank you Patritzia Pilotti for casting me, and Pierpaolo Piccioli for your unique support, I really and truly appreciate it beyond words. Hair and Makeup by Guido Palau and Pat McGrath, Styling by Joe McKenna.
Another fantastic Dior experience on the heels of Tokyo, this Cruise show took place in LA in mid May, at another elevated venue on another breezy Spring night. The place was Las Virgenes Canyon preservation, the theme Western-y and Native American-y pioneer chic. And, yes, there was a real hot air balloon behind me.
One night, in a strong spring wind, on a rooftop....over Tokyo! This reshowing of Maria Grazia's first couture show as creative director of Dior was pure magic, and one of the most unforgettable-and joyful-catwalks of my career! Thank you Michelle Lee for casting me, Maria Grazia for your loyalty and imagination, and everyone else who made this possible xxx
February Fashion Week I did one show in New York (Phillip Lim) and one show in Paris (Nina Ricci), and in between worked for a week in the flatlands outside Bangkok and tried not to get too sunburned :)
This shoot just came out a few weeks ago, but it actually took place more than six months ago! It was a hot September morning in a spacious white Tribeca apartment. The day proved warm enough that we were sweating as we worked, and holding kittens in sticky hands was more than mildly uncomfortable. The apartment we shot in was more than bizarre: rented for the day from a small, blond woman who hawkishly presided over our every move, it was filled from floor to ceiling with dolls. China dolls, wax dolls, stuffed dolls, as well as figurine animals and lacy baby's outfits dangling limp from small embroidered hangers and attached to the walls like artwork. The place had a confusing, eerie aura of dustiness and antiquity to it--until the photographer's crew gingerly relocated every figure and trinket to the office room at the back and cleared space for us to shoot in. Photography by Kava Gorna, Clothes by Rebecca Taylor, Hair Tamara MchNaughten, Make-up Deanna Melluso. Thank You all dearly!
It could have been a fairytale. It wasn't. (You may remember reading why.) But despite the challenges and the hindrances imposed by my inexplicable physiology on this shoot for Vogue Mexico, the resulting editorial, published this month in that magazine, is surprisingly sleek. And it managed to turn out so because everything else that day, as if in compensation, proved more than idyllic: the location was surreal (Javier Senosiain's Casa Orgánica), the weather divine (mild mid sixties in Mexico City), and the team was expert, and kind (all local Mexican artists, styling all-Mexican garment labels, in an all-Mexican structure). Illness, flowers, Mexicanism and all, it would have made Frida Kahlo proud.
Photography by Fernando Marroquin, Styling by Valentina Collado. Thank you!
Vastly different from the last pictures I put up here, these shots were taken a mere day after those. The Chloe pics below are natural, casual, slouchy even, while these are much more polished and conservative. Those were taken in Paris, these in Barcelona. In the windowless bowels of the Inditex factory there, a whole week was devoted to shooting this website material for Massimo Dutti, a brand I'd always associated with Italy but which, I obviously learned, is in fact Spanish. The things we learn...